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A/N: Hello, fellow readers and writers. Thank you for stopping by and thank you for reading. Well, with the tournament near, I'm going to take us on to the major subplot of the story. Please note that this chapter has some profound nastiness in it, so reader's discretion is advised. Anyway, I think it's a compelling tale to tell, and I hope you like it. And here … we … go:

The King of Iron Fist Tournament 8: VIII for Vendetta

Daughters who chase Wrath

"Why are we here?"

"Because…" Rebekah Wrath muttered to herself, "I'm thirsty…"

Somewhere in a metropolis, the bright lights and multicolored sign of a large building pierced the darkness of night. It was an athletic complex, a mega gym, but on this night, it had attracted the attention of a dangerous woman, the one dubbed in media as the 'madness marionette'. Her ash blonde hair was tousled as usual; her figure was obscured under her black bomber jacket and black army pants; her hands clad in fingerless gloves ran through her hair. Her crystal blue eyes scanned the face of the building from across the street, her porcelain doll-like beauty hidden and marked by insanity…

A voice barked at her from inside, "You're wasting time! We should be trying to get stronger! We can't stop just to fulfill your desires! We must…"

All Rebekah could do was cringe at the tirade, for this voice … was only in her mind, echoing through her thoughts. Even worse, it was the voice of her murderer, the late Bryan Fury, placed there by the mad scientist, Dr. Abel. It was just another way she was haunted by the memory of how she became the latest Frankenstein-like cyborg; she hated hearing him all day as she controlled everything else, ignoring him only staved him off. She even was almost drawn to suicide by the old cyborg's disembodied ranting.

Finally, a young man with a much toned build exited the complex. This was what she was waiting for. Her vision took on a reddish hue and digitized text scrolled along the periphery as she focused on him, the vision granted by her cyborg circuitry. She saw all the measurables of his physique, and his heart rate was obviously elevated. Through his sweat, she saw that his testosterone levels were up and that he was a non-drinker. Through the blood coming from a paper cut on his hand, she could tell he was a non-smoker, and he was free of disease. He was ideal, so much so that Rebekah's mouth started to water.

"Now, he's tasty…" She said to herself, the desire evident in her voice.

She quickly made her way across the street. Meanwhile, the man was simply waiting, standing right outside the building and occasionally checking his watch.

"Hi there…"

"Hi…" the man said as he turned to see her, "Whoa…"

Her hair now straightened and flattened, her jacket tied around her waist, Rebekah approached him, saying, "You … come here often?"

The man looked her over, stunned by her looks, only managed, "Uh… Yeah, every other day… I've, uh … never seen you here before though."

Rebekah replied in an alluring tone, "Usually I don't come here on this day, but something just told me to…" She continued as she began tenderly touching his arm, "Maybe it was for you."

The man said as a grin began to emerge, "I think it might be. Or maybe I was supposed to meet you here. I mean, you don't look like you need to work out at all."

Her seductive voice persisting, Rebekah continued as she began to run her hand up his arm to his shoulder, "I do what I can, but … I bet I'm nowhere near as strong or good as you."

Barely able to contain himself, the man said, "You, uh, got any plans soon? Maybe you and I could do something later."

Her hand continued upward, now running from his shoulder into his hair, and she persisted as she gave him a tempting smile, "I have a better idea: How about you and I do something right now?"

Unable to believe his luck, the man said in disbelief, "Right now? Well, I kind of have someone picking me up…"

Rebekah pulled him in close, her lips right in front of his, and whispered to him sensuously, "Oh, they can wait while you come with me. I promise I won't keep you long and I'll make every second worth your while."

The man quickly said, "You don't have to tell me twice."

Not far away, they found a secluded spot: nearby alley where the pristine cobblestones from the street went through all the way to the next street over, more of a walkway than a back alley. Nevertheless, it was quiet and dim. The two barely got in before they started tearing at each other, kissing wildly and frantically, hands all over the place. Eventually, he pressed her against a wall and started kissing her neck…

Bryan's voice rang out again, sounding very irritated, "What … are you doing? Get this Jackass off of us! Stop fooling around! We have to keep moving! We have to…"

Rebekah blissfully muttered back, "Just shut up and let me enjoy this…"

The man hummed as he still had his lips on her neck, "Hmm?"

Rebekah replied softly, "Don't worry. You'll see in a moment…"

Slowly, she guided his head up … and followed with an explosion of force, going from zero to full power instantly. Rebekah, careful not to go all the way in, drove her fingers into his face and crushed his eyes! With a sick and bloodcurdling splatter, his eyes burst inside his skull like grapes. The young man turned victim was in such shock and surprise from the sudden strike that he didn't make a sound at first; all he could do was fall to the ground, writhing and squirming in pain as he held his face. Knowing what was coming next, Rebekah sat on his abdomen and covered his mouth as he began screaming. His cries of torment and horror were muffled in her gloved hand, and his body still squirmed and seized under her.

Finally, Rebekah's focus trailed onto the red substance on her right middle and ring fingers. Eagerly and without delay … she put the same fingers in her mouth and tasted. The deep red, viscous metallic-tasting liquid would usually be nauseating for anyone else, but to her, it tasted like the richest chocolate syrup. She audibly swooned as she drank it down. Rebekah didn't even hear Bryan or the young man's screams any more. Now, she was ready for more.

The madness marionette took the next step, producing a stiletto knife from her jacket. Deftly, she made a cut on the side of his neck and instantly put her mouth over it to catch every drop of blood that flowed forth. The young man turned victim was in dire straits, blinded, disoriented, and terrified. He desperately pawed at her but she felt nothing, too indulged in her drink. Then, as she felt him starting to weaken, she knew what to do next. Again with skill and speed, she put the knife away, pulled out a lighter, and burned the wound shut, cauterizing it to keep him alive.

A half hour later, Rebekah left her victim with her thirst sated. Her once-white tank top was now solid red. Her hair was now deep pink. Her face was thoroughly covered in a crimson mask. A crazed smile crept on to her lips as she ran her hands along her body…

Just outside the city, a stunning blond woman with crystal blue eyes sat on her motorcycle, her black riding suit hugging close to her body. Suddenly, a police scanner built into her radio buzzed to life, and the message over it told of a brutal murder inside the city. A thousand miles away, another woman, a beautiful brunette with short light brown hair, sat in her home, her figure accented in a red dress. An alert activated on her phone, the words 'NEW BREAKTHROUGH' scrolling across the screen. The blonde woman revved her bike to life and sped off. The brunette woman jumped up and headed for her laptop. Both, meanwhile, were having the same painful remembrance…

Two minutes… If only they'd gotten home two minutes earlier….

"Dad, we're home!" the brunette excitedly said as they opened the front door

That's when they found the chilling sight. The home was ransacked, evidence of a struggle all over. The lights were out. The furniture was overturned and tossed all around. Broken glass lay strewn all over the floor. Suddenly, they heard scuffling coming from the second level followed by the sound of glass breaking. Without delay, they drew their guns and ran up the stairs.

No more noise could be heard as they continued down the hall… Blood drops on the floor led into blood smears on the walls… The two picked up the pace. Finally, they came to the room at the end where a man was lying motionless on the floor. A uniform red stripe lined the wall. The window on the back wall was impacted, sunken and cracked into the shape of a spider web, with a large red stain on the wall. A woman in an oversized jacket knelt over him…

The two took aim at the intruder and commanded in unison, "Freeze!"

The young woman slowly turned and rose as she faced them. She was covered in crimson from her mouth to her chest, and her crazed blue eyes were clearly visible even in darkness. With her aside, they saw her victim fully … Dr. Bosconovitch, the man who cloned them and raised them as his own, the one they considered their father. Multiple stab wounds in his back colored him red. A large pool that sat under his head looked as if the woman scooped some of it up in her hands.

The sisters immediately unloaded on her, but the murderess just stood and took it … unaffected! Her body didn't even recoil from the hot lead being rocketing into it. The pair could only stand in shock at the non-damage as their clips emptied. The murderess simply brushed the bullets off her body when she finally reacted. Her mouth twisted into a grin… She held her head, and her shoulders started to bob up and down as she let out a long high-pitched demented snicker. The murderess suddenly turned very quickly, and bolted for the window, crashing through it into the night.

The blond sister ran up, looked through the window, and started for the door. Meanwhile, the brunette sister fell to her knees, checking her father's pulse.

The blond sister said in a rush, "We better hurry!"

The brunette sister said devastated, "I can't. I can't go."

The blond sister said in disbelief and in a hurry, "What are you talking about? Come on, before she gets away!"

The brunette sister adamantly said, her devastation evident, "I won't… I can't leave him."

The blond sister reluctantly went on alone as the brunette sister cradled her father in shock and grief. She rode all the way to the nearby river where the trail cut off. They both only found out the later who the murderess was: dubbed 'The Madness Marionette' Rebekah Wrath…

The blond sister stood on the roof of a nearby building, observing the scene through the high-tech binoculars. Without warning, her phone vibrated, signaling a phone call, and she answered it without even checking who was on the other side.

"What is it, Anna?" she asked.

"You know what, Nina." Anna replied just as Alisa entered the room, "I know you're there… Is it her?"

Looking back at the scene, Nina relayed, "Yeah, it's her alright. The guy's eyes are punched out… All major arteries are slashed open… The body looks drained… It's definitely her work. I'm sending you some photos mow."

As photos of the scene reached her laptop, Anna quickly observed them, and reacting, "Sick… She left a trail through it seems. It looks like she headed west; I'll plot you a course."

Nina quickly said with slight hostility, "Don't bother! I'll find her my own way!"

Anna replied, "Don't act that way, Nina. I'm just trying to help."

"If you really wanted to help, you would be out here with me."

Anna explained, getting defensive, "I'm searching just as much as you are. You know I'm doing the best I can."

"Hey, it's not my fault you don't care about our father as much as I do."

Anna shot back angrily, "Oh yeah? And what makes your way so much better, huh? Just running blind… Lost without a clue all the time… Wandering around for weeks on end…"

Nina coldly replied, "At least, it's better than sitting at home waiting for something to happen."

Alisa electronically tapped into the phone lines pleaded with her younger 'siblings', "My sisters, please stop. Our fighting among ourselves will get us nowhere… Nina-chan, you must come home."

Confused by the request, Nina asked, "What are you talking about Alisa? Why do I need to come back?"

Alisa plainly said with a smile, "Because I know where she will be next."

Anna immediately spun around to see what her older sister was talking about. Alisa held up three envelopes with the 'Kazama G Incorporated' on them…

"No way!" Anna exclaimed, incredulous.

Nina, lost by the whole thing, asked, "What? What does she have? What is it?"

"Invitations… to the King of Iron Fist Tournament!" Anna answered.

Nina said without delay, "I'm on my way!"

End Chapter

A/N: There you have it. Just to recap, this Anna and Nina are clones of the originals, developed by Doctor Bosconovitch and raised as his own. Alisa, after she was 'treated' by Lee, became their older sister. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading and I hope you come back for more. Please R&R, and as always, Rant, Rave, and Review.